Thomas hitchhikes from Hamburg to Munich where he meets his ex-girlfriend, Peggy. As Thomas doesn't have a bed for the night Peggy takes him home, not knowing that she and her four room mates have all made a strange pact.

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Thomas hitchhikes from Hamburg to Munich where he meets his ex-girlfriend, Peggy. As Thomas doesn't have a bed for the night Peggy takes him home, not knowing that she and her four room mates have all made a strange pact.

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There's a long, stringent thread in German art movie tradition: the much-heralded "social relevance" almost always serves as an excuse for brainless ennui. Rudolf Thome's Rote Sonne, enthusiastically hailed in 1970 by Wim Wenders as the future of the so-called Autorenfilm, makes no difference. Slurring slacker Marquard Bohm moves like a grubby sleepwalker through the spartanly furnished rooms of a flat in Munich his girlfriend (astoundingly bland: Uschi Obermaier, anyway good enough for Jimi Hendrix when he was totally doped in 1968) shares with three other gals out to pick a bloody bone with dudes. Unfortunately the hausfrauen fatales never take action; instead, you get witless blather without end, certainly no story  we're in a German movie here, already forgotten? , zero erotic ambiance, the monotonous repetition of Albinoni's Adagio in C minor, and the zombie-esque performances of the participants that Wenders tried to sell with the following: "The actors are just boldly present in the scenes, talking and acting as if they do not know what's next ..." Well observed, Wim! The shootout at Lake Starnberg  noticeably an homage to Vidor's Duel in the Sun  might be the most amateurish piece of crap Jesús Franco never dared to put in front of a lens, but an even bigger letdown are the 4.99 Deutsche Mark H&M synthetic skirts of the overwhelmingly unsexy chicks. Before you object: The Swedish clothing retailer was founded in 1947.

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